"Song Ya..." Looking at his figure walking further and further away, Jing Jing couldn't help but shout.
He turned back: "What's wrong?"
"No... It's nothing. I just want to say goodbye to you." She suppressed the sadness in her eyes and spoke slowly, "Song Ya, goodbye."
The leaves of the camphor tree rustled in the wind, and Anjing thought of that afternoon when she was alone in the classroom, doing homework and humming songs.
Song Ya's leaving figure actually overlapped with the figure of the boy walking out of the classroom at noon that day.
All encounters are unexpected, but all partings are planned for a long time.
Intention: To grow upward